Dead End Kids Our veins trailed off and converged into one path with routes and destinations. Many, we had followed before, but most we've never even seen. But so many roads had breaks in them, cracks in the concrete, dead end kids. Those days you were gone had been etched into my skin and the tally marks are now road blocks. Put your jacket down to cover a puddle and watch as we fall through to the sea. Your eyes reflect the sun and mine carry the moon.
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